Buzz buzz.
Facing Sirilla's harsh question, the five balls of light trembled slightly.
The fluctuations of consciousness emanating are full of complex emotions such as grievance, fear, and helplessness.
Sirilla didn't speak, but kept tapping her arm with her slender index finger. Judging from the increasingly faster frequency, it seems a little impatient.
After struggling for a while, the light balls finally made up their mind, and their momentum suddenly increased.
It was a high-spirited spirit of going forward in an unstoppable way, and it was better to live than to die.
"Well, you're not stupid. The consequences of disobeying me are much more serious than being afraid of me."
There was a slight smile on Sirila's face. Despite her weird personality, she seemed a little innocent and charming at first glance.
The wrist swung down lightly, and the five balls of light quickly fell back into their respective bodies.
"Gah!...cough...huhuhu..."
Wright suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily.
"I-I'm not dead, I'm still alive!"
He turned his head with difficulty and looked at his four companions, who also woke up at the same moment.
Wright was slightly relieved.
What just happened? !
His soul was forcibly pulled out, leaving only a trace of connection with his body.
As long as that connection is broken, you are really dead!
That bastard pretty boy Fu Zhexing still dares to say that this is not Miss Sirilla!
Who in the entire sanctuary would specialize in studying this weird method except the noble Miss Sirrilla!
Reflexively, I covered my chest with my palms...
Plop, plop, plop.
The heart beats like a fast drum in a festival.
Looking at his companions again, their faces were filled with the same palpitations of the aftermath of the disaster.
The five people communicated with their eyes for a moment, and then stood up one after another.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The law enforcers headed by Wright each took out a two-handed sword covered with magical textures.
Raising his arm, the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Sirilla.
The five of them have been working together for many years, and they already understand a lot of things without having to say them out loud.
Now if you want to save yourself, there is only one way left...
That is to suppress the fear in his heart and do his best to attack Miss Sirella.
Then, he was beaten half to death by Miss Sirella as quickly as possible, so that he could successfully save his life!
Sonorous!
The soldiers suddenly closed their feet, stood upright, and their expressions became solemn and solemn. They raised their swords, holding the hilt with their right hand and holding their left hand flat against the sword.
"""This is the sword of bravery that bestows wisdom, dignity, and strength..."""
""This is the noble sword that clearly discerns truth, faith, and justice..."""
Along with the pious words of the soldiers, wisps of dark golden energy gathered from all directions and quickly penetrated into everyone except Sirila.
"Um?"
Xu Fei was stunned for a moment, then waved the Miao Dao in his hand in surprise.
Slashing, thrusting, slashing...all conventional sword skills have become smoother and more powerful than before.
Not only that, Xu Fei had a faint belief in being a strong swordsman in his heart.
For example, it's like the confidence you have when facing a gangster after experiencing countless battles on the battlefield.
He turned to look at the others, just about to ask if anyone had the same feeling as him.
But before he could say anything, A'Zhu rushed towards him and shouted loudly: "Brother Fei! Brother Fei! Give me a sword quickly. I feel like I can fight Dugu Qiufei for three hundred rounds now!"
Xu Fei: "..."
"Sword skills and prayer magic? I haven't seen it for a long time."
Sierra lowered her wrists to support her tilted cheeks, looking a little interested.
Prayer magic is a magic that can temporarily gain skills, experience or power by chanting special prayers to cause the fluctuations of consciousness to be in tune with certain things, certain energies or certain rules that pervade the void.
It is a magical, simple and versatile magic.
For example, most dwarf craftsmen believe in Hammura, the god of creation and craftsmanship.
When they build houses and forge weapons, they chant prayers related to the god Hammura, thereby temporarily improving their skills to create items of better quality.
The elves like to live in quiet deep forests and love flowers and trees. They pray to nature every day, so they have a high affinity with plants.
This is also a type of prayer magic.
Therefore, the subject of magical prayer is not necessarily an entity.
It may be a certain life form or ethnic group, it may be a certain type of substance, or it may just be a spiritual symbol.
In short, as long as there is a medium that can bring together countless consciousnesses to have long-term faith in it, then there is a chance that it will evolve into the main body of prayer magic.
The most interesting thing is that when people perform this magic, they extract the energy accumulated in the entire belief system, which has little to do with the main body of the belief...
The corners of Sirila's mouth raised.
Judging from the content of the chants of the five warriors, these idiots will borrow the power of some kind of swordsmanship belief next.
She was a little curious in her heart about what the subject of belief was.
God? Holy sword? Or a made-up spiritual figure, or a famous school in history.
""Listen to the teachings of the sword god Olstophan, and I will destroy all tangible things that poison all living beings!""
The soldiers' voices became louder and louder, their voices full of piety.
"...?"
Hearing the name of the Sword God Olstophan... Sirilla's facial expression froze.
She raised her hand to cover her forehead. She really didn't expect that after thousands of years, someone would still remember this name.
""Prayer Magic! [Sword God's Grace]!"""
The magic was finally activated, and a dark golden glow appeared on everyone's bodies.
Their strength, speed, and sword skills have all been greatly improved.
This is different from the low-level auxiliary magic used by Mural. It is a completely two-level thing.
"...Why does it seem like I've seen it somewhere?"
Feeling the increase in ability coming from his body, Xu Fei was thoughtful.
I always feel a slight sense of familiarity, but I can't remember it for a while.
"Contractors! Let's attack together! Show Miss Sirilla the bravery of a warrior!" Wright von Cavendi shouted loudly, exuding a high fighting spirit.
[Sword God's Grace] is a secret method passed down from ancient times by the family where the five of them belong.
It is said that the Cavendi family was once active on a continent called Hedorod. Thousands of years ago, he accidentally received the guidance of the sword god Olstophan, and he became famous for a while.
In the following thousand years, the family gradually declined, and eventually the whole family moved to settle in the Nimbuende Sanctuary.
As direct descendants of the Cavendi family, Wright and the other five people naturally inherited the relevant secret techniques.
"..."
Sierra slowly looked away, having not felt the awkward emotion in many years.
She gently raised her hand, shook it forward twice slowly, and then whispered in a voice that only she could hear:
"In the name of Sirela Olstorfen, I will temporarily deprive you of my protection..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange scene appeared.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The dark golden glow clinging to everyone's surface instantly dissipated, and a sense of exhaustion immediately poured into the body.
"No, no, no, this is impossible. Even the noble Miss Sirella cannot erase the protection of the gods!"
"Miss Sirilla must have cast an illusion on us! Don't be fooled!"
"It's isolation! Miss Sirilla has isolated the void! Has she actually reached that level... She is indeed the most powerful noble woman in the Holy Realm."
Faced with the nonsense of the five fools, Sirilla exhaled helplessly.
What kind of god... Even if it is a stone, if countless life forms believe in and worship it, it can become a 'god' in their mouths after a long period of precipitation.
There are only a few people in this world who understand the true nature of prayer magic, and she is one of them.
[Sword God's Grace] has no effect on Sirilla. It can even be said that using the power related to her to deal with her is a very stupid behavior.
The main reason why Sirella stopped it was because she thought the matter itself was a bit silly.
To put it simply, it's like a bunch of idiots kneeling down in front of 'God' and praying: God, please lend me a sharp blade, and I will use it to chop you...
Then at this time, 'God' agrees to give the knife to the supplicant. Doesn't it seem that 'God' is more stupid than them?
